Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Inside the Ancestral Master Hall.
Su Xi stood at the center of the hall.
Chu Yuan sat silently on the Sect Master's throne.
This scene was exceptionally familiar...
It seemed that all the disciples who had left this great hall in the past had become accomplished...
In the past, he too had tricked disciples in this very hall...
Chu Yuan's eyes flickered.
He already had a looming shadow.
He feared that Su Xi might also stab him in the back??
But when he saw the somewhat timid Su Xi, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and all his fear and insecurity vanished.
Such a silly disciple.
Still cultivating with puppet toys.
If a disciple like this could succeed, then he could do handstands and swallow puppets, one after another.
And...
If such a silly disciple could succeed, what did that make him? Why couldn't he succeed? Could it be that he was a once-in-eternity talentless person?
Thinking of this, Chu Yuan felt reassured.
"Xi Er."
